seasons of resistance

“I’m on the road of least resistance;
 I’d rather give up than give in to this.”
 –promises, incubus

 Back in August I bought this super comfy hoodie. To make it even better I got to the cashier at the Adidas outlet in Albertville and it was half price.
 Except guess what?
 It was August. Hoodie wearing opportunity was limited.
 It’s still barely mid September.
 Hoodie wearing opportunity is still limited.
 I am ready for Fall: jeans and hoodies season is my favourite. In the last week, twice, I’ve tried the jeans-and-hoodie combo and had to ditch the hoodie, that’s how anxious I am for this season to happen.
 Come late October or November though I’ll freeze to keep up this combo as long as possible, maybe adding a toque and mittens to prolong Fall as long as possible.
 Then in April, I’ll try to ditch the jacket as early as possible, freezing my hands to ditch the mittens early, and retreat back to jeans-and-hoodie season until I get antsy to wear shorts. At which time I’ll be cold in shorts awhile until some point in May hits where it becomes slightly more acceptable. Then I’ll refuse to wear a hoodie or jacket briefly and just be cold on many mornings or evenings throughout May, June, July and August, until we reach the beginning of the cycle again.
 Season shifts require attire shifts. And I am not alone in my resistance to these gear changes: the people on the bus are, at these points in the year, wearing every combination of things imaginable. My friend Steve and I regularly discuss whether or not to wear shorts after one rainy day in August where I wore shorts to the Lego Store and he was unimpressed because he wore jeans and wished he was wearing shorts.
 I need one of those thermostats with the people who show what you should wear, except they need to show me precisely how to layer to get through the day properly. Because I left my house today at 8 degrees Celsius with a light hoodie on, and had ditched it by the time i got to the bus stop 0.5 kilometres away. And then when I got downtown I went and left it in my mom’s office.
 Because remember Donkey’s words in Shrek:

Everybody loves cake! Cakes have layers! […] You know what ELSE everybody likes? Parfaits! Have you ever met a person, you say, “Let’s get some parfait,” they say, “Hell no, I don’t like no parfait”?

 Per Donkey, I need to love layers. So, it is until I find somewhere with year-long jeans-and-hoodies weather!
 Even if that means carrying the hoodie around the rest of the day.